Patrol Captain

The crimson palm, with its overwhelming force, illuminated the night and slammed down upon the bronze chariot with tremendous speed, like a god plucking a shooting star. The palm's shadow blotted out the sky, and fiery serpents, burning in the air, writhed like living creatures, carrying with them scorching heat waves that could scorch mountains and boil seas, along with terrifying wind pressure—an unstoppable force.

Under such immense pressure, the bronze chariot, which had been hurtling like a streak of fire, was stopped by the solidified void, its speed greatly reduced, revealing its true form.

The chariot wailed, about to be torn apart by the immense pressure, its body engulfed in flames, its edges turning into molten copper inch by inch. The court angel standing on it, in his crimson robe and jade belt, had his robes billowing, his hair ornament falling off, and his body stained with blood.

"You traitor, how dare you! Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king!" the man shouted sternly, and with a flick of his right hand, the bright yellow flag he was holding was unfurled.

As soon as the flag was unfurled, its golden rays, like the rising sun at dawn, instantly tore through the fiery clouds burning in the surrounding void. Embroidered on this bright yellow flag was a five-clawed golden dragon, its eyes adorned with pearls from the South China Sea, and twelve jade tassels hanging from its edges jingling softly.

In an instant, a powerful pressure swept out from the flag, and golden energy rose with the flag, representing the glorious fortune of the Great Qian Dynasty. Like a celestial river hanging upside down, it directly cleaved through the curtain of fire in the sky and bombarded the giant crimson palm.

With a deafening roar, the giant crimson palm trembled violently, the void hummed, and the momentum of its rapid descent momentarily halted, its speed greatly reduced.

At the same time, the imperial envoy waved a bright yellow flag towards the sky, and a deafening dragon roar erupted from it. A golden dragon phantom emerged from the flag, its body undulating and its roar shaking the surrounding mountains. As the golden dragon moved through the void, countless mysterious runes appeared in the air—the inscriptions of the state, the mandate of heaven written on the Imperial Seal. The runes formed a golden net, like a net covering the crimson giant hand in the sky, closing in within the blink of an eye.

The fiery palm, like a raging dragon pounding the sea, transformed into a fist, its power surging, gathering strength and pressing down. The crimson flames swelled several times over, attempting to break through the Heavenly Net. However, the runes rang out with a loud golden sound, bursting forth with golden light. Each rune was like a heavenly sword that slays demons and monsters, shooting towards the fist, piercing through golden light holes, and then shattering inch by inch, turning into a sky full of fiery clouds and dissipating.

Just as the towering hand was about to disintegrate, a cold snort suddenly rang out from the sky.

The fiery clouds that filled the sky seemed to be swallowed and sucked in by a whale, suddenly contracting, and an even more terrifying holy might descended upon the void.

The fiery clouds suddenly condensed into a crimson lotus lamp, hundreds of feet in size, which hung upside down. The lotus lamp rotated and unfolded, and at the wick of the lamp was a long, crimson-gold needle that gleamed with a terrifyingly cold light.

The long formation, like spears, crashed down from the sky, tearing through the heavens in a flash.

The court angel below narrowed his eyes, his throat rumbled with a roar, stepped forward, his hair whipping wildly, and raised the bright yellow flag high.

"Heavenly Army Command".

In an instant, a strange phenomenon occurred. The phantom of a palace appeared in the night sky illuminated by golden light, with countless golden-armored guards arrayed in the middle. Then, like a golden torrent, they surged into the sky, clearing a path for heavenly soldiers, and clashed with the crimson spears.

In an instant, Mars collided with Earth, the weather changed dramatically, and strange phenomena filled the sky.

This battle had escalated to the level of Martial Saints, and the intense shockwaves caused a massive impact on the Tianxiong Pass city walls, which were only a dozen miles away. The array that had been activated on the city walls, though powerful, seemed on the verge of collapse under the aftershocks of this level of combat. Whistles sounded loudly from the walls, signaling a continuous reinforcement of troops.

At the heart of the battle, the imperial envoy in crimson robes and jade belt held aloft a bright yellow flag, his face contorted with rage, veins bulging, teeth clenched so tightly they bled, his arm bent low, and a blood-choking roar emanated from his throat.

With his dragon-tiger-like physique, holding the Emperor's flag, and mobilizing the power of heaven and earth's fortune, he has only survived this long under the pursuit of the mysterious Martial Saint, which is already a sign of his last legs.

In that instant, a surge of powerful energy rose like a blazing sun within Tianxiong Pass. Immediately following, a beam of azure light tore through the night at Tianxiong Pass, moving with the speed of thunder, and crashed directly into the battlefield.

The azure light was a massive bronze spear, hundreds of feet long, with the aura of a sacred weapon flowing across it. Countless spearheads appeared between its blades, creating a spectacle of celestial soldiers and confronting the lotus-shaped fire lamps hanging upside down.

A breath later, at the edge of the battlefield's void, a burly figure stepped out from the void. Clad in purple-gold armor gleaming with the light of flying clouds, his eyes shone like cold stars, his eyebrows were as black as if painted with lacquer, and his chest was broad, exuding an aura of invincibility. He was none other than Qi Tian, ​​the general guarding Tianxiong Pass. His gaze was like a knife honed over decades, sharp and unstoppable, as he looked up at the void above.

"I wonder which powerful martial saint has descended. I am Qitian, and I ask that you withdraw!"

"What if I don't back down?" The voice from before rang out from the sky. As the words fell, two dark flames lit up in the dark sky, like the eyes of a giant, carrying an indifference and a powerful martial saint's aura, which was tinged with a coldness.

Qi Tian's gaze remained unwavering. He had seen all sorts of storms, and his voice was resounding: "That means we are fighting against the entire Shu region. Tianxiong Pass will fight to the death."

The sound echoed, reaching the formidable pass. On the city walls, soldiers pounded their weapons against their armor, shouting in unison, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The sound shook the surrounding area, and its momentum soared to the sky.

During this brief interval, in the heart of Tianxiong Pass, a milky-white beam of light tore through the night, shooting into the sky like a pillar of heaven, dazzling and eye-catching.

Outside the city, the eyes above the dark sky watched the milky white pillar of light, and the flames froze.

According to intelligence, Tianxiong Pass has a private teleportation array belonging to that Martial Saint General surnamed Chen. Everyone knows what that teleportation array will transmit.

Those eyes glanced at her coldly, uttering no harsh words. The two flames silently pressed down and disappeared.

The lotus lamp, radiating immense power, trembled violently, shattering the bronze spear and the illusory heavenly soldiers. It then soared into the sky, rapidly shrinking before disappearing into the flames.

The oppressive aura of a martial saint receded like a tide.

"huhuhuhu"

The bronze spear in the sky flew down, quickly shrank, cut through the wind, and was finally grabbed by Qi Tian.

His gaze swept across the sky, carefully confirming the location several times. Then, with a sudden movement, he reappeared in the void before the court angel.

The angel stood there, lowering his flag. The golden light of the bright yellow flag in his hand gradually faded, and the twelve jade tassels were still trembling slightly. The palaces and golden-armored celestial soldiers in the sky had vanished without a trace, as if the earth-shattering collision just now was an illusion.

Qi Tian recognized the newcomer; his eyes flashed with a sharp, piercing light.

"Lord Jiang, what has happened?"

"What imperial reward?"

The visitor was Jiang Yi, the Chief Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices. It was rare for this official, responsible for ancestral temple and altar rites, to leave the capital. (End of Chapter)